Work, work, work, blah, blah, blah...fuck it, tired of talking about it. Things are progressing nicely, and if the talk around the campfire is to be believed, it may progress even farther than I had planned or am ready for.
Holy fuck, thank god for spellcheck.
Anyway...eh, I have little to add. Tomorrow is my day off, and I am NOT going in to the shop. I earned my day off, dammit. Meeting with the local geeks tomorrow, hoping to arrange the first of a couple of actual, in-person games. Meanwhile, my stuff is supposedly on its way, and that's nifty. As I get paid tomorrow, maybe I'll take Jessica out to lunch and go see Prometheus.
Hmm, ramble much? Sue me, the rum is having its merry way with me.